Sometimes you are minding your own business, making dinner while your playlist is on random on your computer. Then a song comes on and you literally stop what you are doing to knock out a one-shot. That's what happened to me this afternoon. Like right now, at 433PM. Enjoy.
Walking like a one man army
Fighting with the shadows in your head
Living out the same old moment
Knowing you'd be better off instead,
If you could only
-John Mayer (Say)
They glared at each other across her office, breathing heavily. He was sure they had the attention of the entire floor, as her door was open and they weren't trying to keep their voices down. This case, the witnesses, the flimsy… everything… was wearing on them. Till they broke, yelling at each other and saying things they wouldn't mean tomorrow.
"Is there anything else, Counselor?" she spit out at him, hands resting on her desk.
"Yes, Olivia. There's always something else. Isn't that our problem? Isn't that why we fight and scream and cause each other heartache? Because there is something else. Something here. Something we refuse to acknowledge. Something we pretend is just late hours or too many drinks or a heightened state of whatever because one of us is in peril. But I know you find, even in the peace, in the dark of your home, in the light of son, it's still there. It is still simmering in the back of your brain, like it is in mine. Wouldn't we just be happier if we would just say yes, there is something else and not only is that ok, but maybe it's the best thing that could happen to either one of us. That what I should do instead of yelling at you is to come over there and kiss you senseless and go home with you and never leave. That I should cook you and Noah breakfast and let my mother spoil that child rotten. That you and I should spend hours upon hours naked in bed. That I should get to see just how tan you can get in the Caribbean. That I should put a ring on your finger and make you mine forever. Is that the something else you mean?"
"Barba!" She was still angry, but it seemed to be waning some.
He just shook his head, grabbing his briefcase off the floor where he had thrown it down with some force.
"No Lieutenant. There's nothing else." Because he chickened out and told himself that now was not the time. It never was.